One of the many rewards of volunteering at Camp Jack is feeling young again. This happens every time we’re lucky enough to have young people roaming our halls when we get to see the word through their innocent eyes. It brings to the surface memories of long ago when we got to experience the bliss of discovery and the delight of wonder. It takes us back to a time when believing in the Easter Bunny was encouraged and we closed our eyes at night knowing that we were safe, and all things were possible.
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